Describing strange things that have happened. The purpose of this thread.
I have one. Weirder things have happened but this just sort of stands out for some reason.
"Weird" I find the word to not really be a solid reliable one as not all people think alike. What might be considered weird to one person from a different country, might just be the norm to someone else. Obviously.
It was Christmas time ish 2015.
Was in Canada looking for a place to live as I wanted to move out from where I was staying at that time.
I used a website called kijiji to find a room I could rent.
I rang a woman up who had a place advertised. It looked quite nice and was relatively affordable. Judging by the sound of her voice, she sounded more like an elderly person. Sounded genuine though.
The day arrived for me to view the place.
As I was getting close to walking on the road I could potentially end up living within, a rather eerie feeling crept it. I thought it was just nerves. It was, but was also a scenic area that reminded me of the film Texas chainsaw massacre. It was horrible.
Nerves, I kept reminding myself.
The road of houses actually overlooked a lake. A freshwater beach.
The atmosphere of the surrounding area was dreadful. Scary. Nerves I kept saying.
Anyway. I got there, knocked on the door.
Before i knew it, a family of freaks in the most smelly small uncomfortable cramped house were all interrogating me asking about what kind of a person I am. Very aggressively.
It's hard to describe... I can handle myself but I was trembling and trying to contain my true thoughts. Already I knew I wasn't going to live there and i straight away just wanted to leave.
It was also in the middle of nowhere.
All the members of this family were rather old. I think the youngest might have been 40 odd. Perhaps.
It was almost like a random collection of people. The interior design of this place was awful. The kitchen actually looked more like a cupboard.
So, the woman that i spoke to on the phone, her even older and rather fat sister, who was also wearing a bandana, (maybe she was ill wont hold that against her) took me upstairs to show me where I would be sleeping and possibly living.
We would be sharing the same living space. Was a living room upstairs and our bedrooms were directly opposite each other. The walls were thin.
A white anorexic cat also occupied this living space.
This woman made it clear to me that the cat was a well respected senior figure of this family and that I would need to get its approval over time.I would be welcomed but would be officially beneath the importance of a cat. That was just an impression I got. She didn't actually say that....
By this time I'm looking forward to leaving. I was just polite being nice.... seeing it out.
She then sat me down and said "David" (said my name in a way that you would if you've known someone for years)
She put her hand on my knee, briefly, not sexually.
"David there's something you should know, sometimes I like to er I have people up here and I .......entertain men"
There was a little silence. I was sort of inbetween looking at the floor and looking at her foot at this point.
I just said OK yeh being social and stuff, that's nice. Then I looked away.
She just said "well you know noise and stuff. Your going to hear. You need to be alright with the er company"
That conversation was pushed along by myself and I was using a manor to nicely suggest OK I've seen everything now, let me go home and think about it.
I was then stopped.
Oh you haven't seen the lake yet. My nephew will show you.
"Brendan" took me outside to the lake where he then proceeded to tell me his life story within 5mins, all the really crappie things that have happened to him and got a little emotional in the short space of time we was looking at the view.
Nothing against that. It's just a random thing where you don't quite know how to react to someone being that open with someone they've only just met. Instant trust. Too much.
"Sometimes I just come out here look at the stars and think about life"
There was a slience while he was looking into the distance....perhaps with a growing tear in his eye.
OK....I said. Thanks.
I then abruptly said cheers and goodbye. The woman waved at me through the window...indication of a belief that I'd be moving in.
I then sort of started jogging.
Got far away as possible.
Weirder things have happened but I'd be interested to read stories where lifers want to share things that could either be considered weird or interesting.
A really good "what the f*ck was that all about" story.
Over to you.
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Lucky escape.
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Best,
Gordie
Wow... Michael Slater looked rather young to be a Grandad?
i must nt eat protein after 9 pm in the future
I saw a chap working on a street light in my road and spoke to him of my experience, enquiring if he had heard about such a thing. 'Oh yes', he said. 'You can read all about it online'. Some while later I did so, finding that the phenomenon is not uncommon.
An academic author, Mr. Hilary Evans, who lived at Tranquil Vale, Blackheath, wrote a paper about this phenomenon. He had received testimony from numerous people, in various countries, some of whom described having an affect on radio and TV reception as well as street lights. Evans coined the term 'Street Light Interference' (SLI) and those who reported an 'ability' to make a change to things around and about them became known as 'SLI-ders'.
Is anyone else on Charlton Life a SLI-der? Don't be shy. You are amongst friends on Charlton Life!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Street_light_interference_phenomenon
When I first split up with the wife a few years ago I basically reverted to being a teenager. Rented a massive flat far too big for me, bought a load of shit I didn't need, and - most pertinently to this story - went on an absolute rampage with the ladies. PoF and Tinder were my friends, and I wasn't discriminatory. There were some good looking girls, some average looking girls and some not so good looking girls - all at varying levels of crazy. Being a man who's always harboured an (ahem) 'experimental' side in the bedroom, but having been in an extremely vanilla marriage for years, I quickly discovered that The Internet was awash with like-minded filthy ladies, and set about on a voyage of sexual discovery the likes of which haven't been seen before or since.
Amongst other things, I ended up doing insane things with a Canadian lass I fell very hard for, banging a woman who let her dog in from outside to watch us go at it, being basically abused for ten hours at the hands of a dominatrix - but the ultimate occurred as a result of a random encounter on PoF with a girl who wanted to be seen-to whilst she pretended she was dead. Bit weird, I thought - but being the up-for-it kind of chap I am, I was game. Met her in a pub in Camden a few days before and she was actually really nice - seemed quite normal on the surface - a little bit gothy (which I quite like anyway), into similar music etc etc. Only whilst we were discussing The Deed did it start to dawn on me that she didn't just want to lie there, she wanted the whole nine yards. Like - proper spooky stuff. The longer the conversation went on, the weirder it got. She rationalised it all in her head - apparently it's quite a common fetish, has to do with taking being dominated to the next level or some such psychobabble.
Anyway, Christ knows why I did it, but I agreed that I was onboard and turned up to an arranged rendezvous on the evening in question, opened the door with her spare key and entered her flat. Just like herself, it had the facade of being completely normal, but the back room (an old converted scullery) was - quite literally - a morgue. It had a lino floor, white tiled walls, a flickering blue fluorescent striplight, was freezing fucking cold... and (not an exaggeration here) a morgue slab in the middle of the room. (I think) it was a big heavy-duty narrow wooden table, but it had been fitted with an aluminium sheet. There she lay, in all her glory. Stock fucking still and stark bollock naked. Freezing cold - she must have been laying there for hours. I won't divulge full details - suffice it to say that I performed (and she literally lay there and made no sound at all throughout) and left.
She messaged me whilst I was on the train home and said it was great, and she'd thoroughly enjoyed it (obviously, up to that point I had no idea whether she had or not) and would I be up for it again. She seemed positively disappointed when I said it wasn't really my thing, but good luck for the future and all that.
C'est la vie (or C'est la mort, in her case)
Did you not think to check a pulse or something?
'Not sure if I have put this on here before'.
I think you would remember. If you really can't remember then someone else will because that sort of thing is not easily forgotten.